The Fallen Duke And The Knight Who Hated Him Novel の小説・ストーリー

I took his hand in mine and wiped it with the hem of my dress. I cringed up my nose in displeasure. How dare she contaminate the body of my mate? After making sure that I had cleaned him properly, I let go of him and stomped towards her. We both stared at each other for a while, hatred vibes for one another hanging in the air over us. "The next time you try something like that again, then consider yourself dead." I dragged Richmond away from her only to be blocked by Duke, who was grinning from ear to ear. Just where was he when his brother needed him?

She is humble and the kind of student every teacher dreams of having in their class. Jake couldn’t be more different; he was very confident with a touch of arrogance. He had been raised to believe that he would one day inherit the mighty, luxurious Anderson Empire; hence, Jake walked through life as though the world already belonged to him. His parents made things worse by spoiling him with anything and everything money could ever buy, even to the extent of refusing to let him lift a brush to brush his hair. Yet even though he had all this pride, Jake had only one soft spot for his only sibling and sister, Maya. Around her, he treated her like a mother hen would treat her eggs or hatchlings.

I honestly thought I’d never see him again, and even that would have been too soon. He’s still handsome, his brown hair shaggier than I last saw him, and his brown eyes are beautiful beneath long lashes. It strikes me in this moment how dark he is compared to Alexander’s white-blond hair and bright blue eyes. Alexander’s skin is darker though, and I wonder if the darkness I’m noticing is instead something more insidious, more sinister. Lucas looks me over slowly. “I hear you’re the king’s shikra now.” The words, “Not for long,” are poised on the tip of my tongue, but I hold them back. Lucas doesn’t deserve to know my business.

I suddenly asked, wiping the side of my mouth after the bastard had came in my mouth and forced me to swallow his seed. "Because I fucking hate you!" He growled, jaw clenched tightly and he shoved me away from him, making me land on my butt. "I fucking hate how everyone thinks you're fucking perfect and that I am nothing." I stood up from the floor, dusting my hands and my pants. "How people view you isn't my fault. You fucking know that, right?" "No, it is," Damario argued, fury radiating off him in waves. "I wouldn't hate you so much if you hadn't been so good at everything."

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

All the king could do was allow these two powerful men to have their way – at least until the predicted time of invasion had passed. “What? You don’t like her because she had you licking the floor?” Sir Blunt mocked mercilessly. They may be on the same side, but his dislike for the Duke hadn’t waned in the slightest. “Just answer the question!” Duke Essandor gritted his teeth in annoyance as he turned red from anger. He was trying hard to forget what had happened two days ago, yet Sir Blunt had been doing his utmost best to remind him of the embarrassment he had been subjected to when Goddess Alexis had revealed herself to the Northern Empire’s hierarchy.

The servants watched in silence, flinching every time the duke hit one of the knights until every one of the men was on the floor, motionless. Since he married Magnolia, the duke had become way nicer and calmer. Everyone in the castle had almost forgotten that he had held the nicknames of Cold-Hearted Duke and Cold Blooded Warrior for years. This was a reminder of who Daniel Van Konigl truly was. Every single servant in the room was trembling. “Let me be clear, if anything happens to Geoffrey, everyone will pay for it,” Daniel spat. “Everyone.” He was out of breath and his hands were shaking from all the emotions.

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

If I were raped and killed on those streets, he would have easily replaced me. What made the Duke any different? When Lawrence first showed interest in me, he said the same thing, 'I am not Your Highness for you, call me Enzo.' And I fell for it. I thought I was this special, extraordinary fragile thing sent from above, so captivating that even the Crown Prince couldn't resist my beauty. Six months later, even the doormat beneath his feet held more value to him. How much longer would it take Leo to toss me aside? Perhaps until his parents find him a suitable bride.

"That is where you have it wrong, she indeed fell in love with him and that is why you chose to betray your family because of her. That is the reason I am here isn't it? You are trying to see if I am her and if I would somehow recognize you.” I watched his eyes harden but I was too far gone in my theory about what was happening to stop “If you have been watching me like you said you have then you must know that I know nothing and I am not who you think I am no matter what you do or say. Is this your way of trying to get back at the duke? Taking me from him”